Thunder Road

The screen door slams, mary's dress waves
like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays
roy orbison singing for the lonely
hey, that's me and i want you only

don't turn me home again, i just can't face myself alone again
don't run back inside, darling, you know just what i'm here for
so you're scared and you're thinking that maybe we ain't that young anymore
show a little faith, there's magic in the night

you ain't a beauty but, hey, you're alright
oh, and that's alright with me
You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain
make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain

waste your summer praying in vain

for a savior to rise from these streets
well now, i ain't no hero, that's understood
all the redemption i can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood

with a chance to make it good somehow

hey, what else can we do now?
except roll down the window and let the wind blow back your hair
well, the night's busting open, these two lanes will take us anywhere

we got one last chance to make it real

to trade in these wings on some wheels
climb in back, heaven's waiting on down the tracks
Oh oh, come take my hand

we're riding out tonight to case the promised land

oh oh oh oh, thunder road
oh, thunder road, oh, thunder road
lying out there like a killer in the sun

hey, i know it's late, we can make it if we run
oh oh oh oh, thunder road
sit tight, take hold, thunder road
Well, i got this guitar and i learned how to make it talk

and my car's out back if you're ready to take that long walk
from your front porch to my front seat
the door's open but the ride ain't free
and i know you're lonely for words that i ain't spoken

but tonight we'll be free, all the promises'll be broken

There were ghosts in the eyes of all the boys you sent away
they haunt this dusty beach road in the skeleton frames of burned-out chevrolets
they scream your name at night in the street

your graduation gown lies in rags at their feet

and in the lonely cool before dawn
you hear their engines rolling on
but when you get to the porch, they're gone on the wind

so mary, climb in

it's a town full of losers, i'm pulling out of here to win

Bruce Springsteen